When one of your kids has a big ol’ blowout rage -an out of control, can’t really reach them and you have to wait it out and keep them safe kind of rage – the aftermath is it’s own entity. The exhausted sentinels of the mama heart and the synapses that have whirred themselves into a lather trying to process and evaluate in the charged moment and assist are just flopped down into a heap of……restless tired tangle.
And I only write this because it’s easy to think that it’s only all perfect in any given family. And the nature of blogging is that we only want to put our best type forward, isn’t it? I’m vain, you bet. But, I also know that what I treasure about blogging is that I can and have connected with so many who say, “Hey, me too! I ‘get’ that!” And just knowing that others are out there who do understand…well, it’s always a help and a hope.
Because parenting is hard. It’s not for sissies. And parenting kids who have issues…well it feels really hard some days. Whether it’s attachment or adhd or cognitive or development delays or just hormones or teen stuff some days…..those buggery issues can just throw a wrench into the best laid intentions or desires.
So, you moms out there who are or have been in the trenches? I get it. Today, I’m there with you. Our family is far from the model family and this blog is a real blog of real life not a plastic fabrication. Today I tripped into and am climbing out of that muddy restless tired spot. I’m thankful for the helping hand of dear friends and watching the dust settle; motes flickering by me in the steel grey sky of this rainy day.
Three o’clock will come and I’m back on duty and need to be able to be present – body mind and heart – to help hang on to those small slippery hearts and hands. I say a whispered prayer that they can be calm enough again to be pulled into my lap for awhile and we can breath each other in and feel our hearts beating close together.